—— Lud. I warrant thee, Girl; do you but bring me there once, and if I play not my Part, may I never more know the Pleasure of an Intrigue. Lucy. Which, if I mistake not, is the streatest Curse can fall on you——Well, you must suffer a small Metamorphosis: What think you of personating me a little? That is, dressing in my Cloaths, and waiting on your Mistress in her Bed-chamber—Ha—— —— —— Lud. Egad, I'm afraid I shall make but an aukward Chamber-maid, I'm undisciplin'd in dressing a Lady's Head—— —— Lucy. Oh! Sir, your Commission won't reach so high as the Head: I believe my Lady will excuse little Matters: You can undress, I suppose. Lud. Oh! the best and the quickest of any Man in Venice. But a Pox on't—Can'st find no other way?——I, I, I,——I like Petticoats in their proper Places, but I don't care to have my Legs in 'em. —— —— Lucy. And so you resolve against it? Ha—— —— Lud. No, not absolutely resolve, Child: But—a—— —— Lucy. But what, Sir! Lud. Nothing—I will follow thy Directions, whatever comes on't. Now lead the way, for nothing suits better with my Humour than a Friend, a Bottle, a new Mistress and a convenient Place. [Exit Lucy, Ludovico. [Exit Lucy, Ludovico. SCENE IV. Pizalto's Lodgings. Enter Pizalto with a Bond in his Hand. SCENE IV.
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